"Gretel - Gretel. Would you just let me fucking see?" Hansel's voice is half irritation, all concern as he looks at his sister. His amazing, stupid sister, who'd decided that taking a hit for him was a smart decision. He can see the blood oozing through her clothes, sullen, but slow. Logically, he knows she's not in any danger.

But they live in a world of candy houses and flying brooms, so fuck logic. "If you don't let me see to it, I'm going to tie you up and do it anyway."